The Headcrook's Notes

Okay, first things first. I've decided that after the amazing success of the Miss World Warrior Pageant, I've decided sever months ago to write the sequel, known as the Millenium Contest Pageant. However, I've decided to put the story on hold because I didn't like how the story was heading.

First off, I didn't have enough women from both sides as contestants, and the plot was, in my taste, slightly weaker than the original. Second, I've decided to drop the original title of the Millennium Contest Pageant and combine the Millenium Contest with SVC Chaos, to give to you...

The Millenium Chaos Pageant.

Enjoy the revamped fanfic.

Note: Some of the KOF alternative fighters's descriptions are from KOF Maximum Impact.

-Juli's lakeside lodge, near Vancouver, British Columbia-

A two-story lodge at the base of the mountains. Inside the cottage's den, Marz, the resident computer expert, was seated in front of the computer, watching the monitor. Standing beside her, was the communications expert Enero, who at the moment, had a headset on her head. Waiting nearby was the field medic, Aprile.

Marz checked the monitors, which at the moment, was showing several locations of the compound. "Okay...we are on line."

Behind the two women, were two more people. The first was a woman, with short red hair. She was wearing a white shirt that looked as if it were two sizes small, as her belly button was showing. Her suspenders were visible only at her dark brown dress slacks.

Her companion, however, was a tall, muscular, dark-skinned man with a trimmed goatee and a small patch of white hair on his head. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, black necktie, slacks with suspenders and dress shoes. In one hand, he was holding a small disk.

The tall guy folded his arms across his chest. "I'm waiting to be impressed."

"What's going on anyway?" his partner asked.

In a slight Spanish accent, Enero replied, "Training."

"You two are just in time for a little training session," Marz replied. "Sit back and watch."

"Training?" the man asked.

"Yup. There are eight dolls outside," Marz explained. "And the boss has to make it through all eight. From the entrance to the front door."

Enero tapped her headset. "Report."

Outside, the dolls were reporting from their various positions around the compound.

Perched on a tree branch, the French doll known as Fevrier spoke into a headset, sniper rifle in her hand. "Fevrier reporting. Nothing special."

Hiding behind a bush was, the Vietnamese doll, Santamu, her pet golden tamerlaine monkey perched on her shoulder. "Santamu reporting in. Nothing here."

Behind several trees, was Satsuki, katana in her hand. "Satsuki reporting. Everything quiet."

From the rooftop of the lodge, were the two Chinese dolls, Xiayu, who was armed with a Chinese broadsword and Yanyu, armed with her staff. "Xiayu and Yanyu reporting in. No activity to report."

On the opposite side from Fevirier's position, Decapre, the Russian doll, her face concealed in her mask and Noembelu, hatchets in her hands. "Noembelu and Decapre reporting in. All clear."

Back in the house Marz smiles at the dark form which appeared on her screen. "Showtime."

At the pathway that lead to the house, a female figure, wearing all black, her face concealed by a ninja's mask, steathly enters the compound, hopping from tree to tree. She was armed with only a handgun and a machete, which was strapped to her side.

Fevrier didn't notice until the mystery woman was dangling from a branch above her. When the French gunner turned around, the woman lashed out with a right cross, knocking her out of the tree and onto the ground below. Before Fevrier could recover, the mystery woman pulled out her handgun and fired.

Green paint splattered on Fevrier's torso. Cursing in French, Fevrier sat up and rubbed her back. Fevrier was 'dead' for the remainder of the exercise.

Inside the cabin, Marz, Enero, Aprile, and the two agents saw what happened. Enero reported what happened to the other girls. "All units. Fevrier is down. We have contact. I repeat: we have contact."

"So what's the objective of this excercise?" the tall man asked.

"We use our abilities to reach the cabin," Marz explained. "We all have to go through with it. This is the boss' first time. She's usually the last person we have to go through."

"This is No--" Noembelu was cut then off. Everyone then turned to the montors.

Outside, Noembelu and Decapre were fighting with the mystery woman. Decapre was sent flying into the side of a massive oak tree and was out, leaving Noembelu. Armed with her hatchets, the Mexican doll attacked the intruder, forcing her on the defensive.

The mystery woman ducked and knocked Noembelu's feet from under her and followed up with a foot to the face, effectively knocking her out.

Inside the cottage, Enero reported to the other remaining dolls. "Three are down. She is on the move. Be on your guard."

After a short sprint, the mystery fighter encountered Satsuki. Seeing that her gun would be of no use to her, she dropped it and pulled out the machete. Satsuki pulled out her own katana and the two women assumed their defensive stances.

Satsuki attacked first in the form of an overhead swing, in which she blocked. Satsuki then swung her weapon several times, each time her opponent gracefully dodged and parried.

Then Santamu jumped in, armed with her spear. The masked woman ws having a hell of a time defending against the Japanese and Vietnamese dolls. Worse yet, Satsuki had sliced her machete in half.

"Oh, crap," she muttered as Satsuki and Santamu closed in.

As both women raised their weapons, the woman kicked Santamu in the gut while Satsuki brought her weapon down. The woman grabbed her wrist, kicked Satsuki in the shin and wrestled her sword away from her. She then nailed both women with a hard spinning back kick, knocking both of them down.

"Hope you don't mind if I borrow this," she says to the downed Satsuki, holding her sword in her hand. She then sprinted to the cottage.

As she approached the porch, the Chinese dolls Xiayu and Yanyu leapt from the roof. Wespons brandished, the Chinese dolls moved in. Yanyu attacked first with her staff, followed by Xiayu, swinging her broadsword. While effetively pinning down Yanyu's weapon, the mystery woman was crossing swords with Yanyu.

Xiayu broke free and the two women were double teaming the katana-wielding fighter. During the melee, Yanyu managed to knock off the intruder's mask, revelaing it to be Juli, the former commander of the Shadowlaw dolls, now the head of the Shadow Detective Agency.

The only thing that was different about her was her hair, which was an unfortunate casualty during one her assignments. It was now cut short (think Alice from Resident Evil: Apocalypse). Despite the fact that she was not used to fighting with weapons, Juli was holding her own against the Chinese dolls.

"Stop!" a female voice ordered.

Both Xiayu and Yanyu backed down as a third woman appeared, wearing a black tanktop and combat fatigues, her chestnut bangs framing her face.

"The both of you stand down," the newcomer ordered. "She's mine."

Juli placed the sword on the ground. "All right, Juni. Prepare yourself."

Both girls assumed their fighting stances. Juni attacked first with a Cannon Drill, but Juli telegraphed it and flipped over her. Upon landing on her feet, Juli responded with a Sniping Arrow, nailing Juni in the back.

At this moment, the remaining dolls had appeared, watching the match. From the house, out came Enero, Marz and the two agents.

Juni spun behind Juli grabbing her by the waist in an attempt to suplex Juli but the older woman countered by flipping out of the throw and landing on her feet. When Juni spun around, she got a faceful of Juli's boot in the form of her Thrust Kick.

Juni was sent sprawling to the ground. "Ow..." she muttered.

"Give up?" Juli asked.

Juni was rubbing her sore jaw. "I might as well if I want to keep my face."

Juli extended her hand to her fallen comrade and Juni accepted it. Helping her partner to her feet, Juli then noticed the two agents standing there. "You two been waiting long?" she asked.

The redhead agent shook her head. "No, not really. You got some moves." She extended her hand. "I'm Vanessa." She gestures to the other agent with a nod of her head. "He's Seth."

Juli shook her hand. "Nice to meet you. So what brings the both of you to my doorstep?"

-Inside...-

"You reputation is well-known in the underground world," Seth said as he, Vanessa and the twelve dolls were seated in the den. "Most people don't know that the twelve of you are former members of Shadowlaw." Off Juli's look, Seth merely inclined his head. "I do my homework."

"As do I," Juli replied. "Your partner is an expert in boxing and her cover is a housewife, with a son and a daughter." She looks at Seth. "You are an expert in various types of martial arts and is an acute vegetarian. You're not a violent person, but when push comes to shove, you're all business."

Seth mock-clapped. "Nice. However, I have a problem trusting a former assassin."

"Problem noted," Juli dryly replied. "So what's on the disk?"

Seth hands it to Marz, who slips it into the disc drive. The computer was connected to a projector. In a matter of moments, a image of a blond-hared man wearing a pair of shades folled the screen. On the left side of the screen was the man's bio. What stood out was the man's name.

It read ALBERT WESKER.

"Albert Wesker...I heard that name before," Juli said.

Seth turned to Juli. "Have you ever heard of the Umbrella Corporation?"

Juli scoffed. "Who hasn't? They were the largest medical and pharmecutical conglomerate on the planet. I heard they went belly-up because of some supposed type of illegal research."

Vanessa shook her head. "Not 'supposed.'"

Juli looked up from the dossier. "Oh?"

"About two years ago, there was an outbreak in a Midwestern town called--" Vanessa began.

Juli cut her off. "Raccoon City. I read in the paper that the town was nuked. What does Wesker have to do with this?"

"Albert Wesker was hired by Umbrella when he was a teen," Seth explained. "He and another scientist named William Birkin was assigened to a research facility somewhere in the city. A facility that conducted with a manmade bio-toxin that turned living people into zombies."

Juni scoffed. "Sounds like a George Romero movie."

"Maybe, but the reports are in there," Seth replied. "In the summer of 1998, two years ago, some strange murders were taking place around the Raccoon City area. Wesker was a double Umbrella agent working with the Raccoon Police Department's S.T.A.R.S. squad."

Marz nodded. "Special Tactics and Rescue Service. Yeah. Those guys are a real piece of work. I've been following those guys since the whole thing happened."

"Anyway," Seth continued, "The S.T.A.R.S. were sent in to investigate. I don't know all the details, but an conspiracy was uncovered and several members were killed and supposedly, so was Wesker. Only five members mamaged to escape. As for Wesker, he sold his services to a new organization."

"We have heard that Wesker will be in Seattle," Vanessa continued. "It seems that you already know about the beauty pageant that is taking place there in three weeks. It seems that he's targeting one of the contestants there. One of the Raccoon survivors. That's where we come in. You and I will be keeping a close eye on things."

"Albert Wesker," Juli repeated. "Interesting man."

-New Raccoon Police Department, New Raccoon City-

Knock-knock-knock.

The police chief, a man in his late forties looked up from the paperwork that was strewn across his desk. "Come in," he ordered.

The door opened and in stepped a young woman, with short brown hair and azure eyes. She was dressed in casual clothes: a blue spagetti-strap halter top, black denim jeans and white tennis shoes. Her Custom Beretta, dubbed 'Samurai Edge,' which has saved her life on many an occassion, was strapped in her shoulder holster.

"You wanted to see me?" the woman asked.

The police chief pointed to the chair in front of the desk. "Have a seat, Redfield."

Jillian Valentine-Redfield took a seat in the chair. The chief handed her an envelope. "This came for you today." He hands Jill the envelope. "It is an invitation to participate in a beauty pageant that is being held in Seattle. I want you to represent this police department and compete."

Jill's brow furrowed. "A beauty pageant? I'm not so sure about this, Chief."

The police chief folded his hands together. "Look. The contributions that you, your husband, and the others have made to the police department and the city itself have been extremely generous. I mean, working non-stop can be unhealthy. I think that a short vacation would be good for you and the S.T.A.R.S." Before Jill could object, the police chief added, "Redfield, you and the other S.T.A.R.S. members are as of now, on vacation. And don't worry about the plane tickets, the police department have that covered. Have fun--and that's an order."

Jill walked down the hall that lead to the S.T.A.R.S. Office. The police station was modeled after the one back in Raccoon City. In fact, nearly the ENTIRE town was modeled after Raccoon City.

After Jill and the others had raided Umbrella's main headquarters and exposing its secrets, the new mayor of New Raccoon has asked them to set up shop in his town. Chris, in the meantime, was given a retrial from the Air Force and as a result, his dishonorable discharge was bumped up to honorable discharge.

Shortly after that, Chris proposed to Jill and the two were married months later. Then, with a reformed S.T.A.R.S. Team, with Barry Burton as Captain and Chris as its second-in-command. Life was finally getting back to normal.

Jill walks into the S.T.A.R.S. Office. "Chris?"

Her husband wasn't there. Only Barry Burton was sitting behind the captain's desk, rubbing a soft cloth over his beloved Colt Python.

"Where's everybody?" Jill asks.

"Lunch," Barry replied. He then answered her next question. "Looking for Chris? He's at the firing range."

Sure enough, Jill found her husband at the firing range. Chris Redfield was at the moment, unloading a clip from his own Beretta Samurai Edge. He was wearing a white T-shirt, khaki pants and hiking boots. Like Jill, he had on a shoulder holster.

Jill waited until after he was done. "Hey there."

Chris turned around. He smiled when he saw who it was. "Hey, beautiful. What's up?"

"I just came back from the Chief's office," Jill replied. "The S.T.A.R.S. have been given time off." She held up the envelope. "Plus, I've been invited to compete in a beauty pageant in Seattle."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

Jill walked over to her husband, smiling slyly. "Well, the chief did have an interesting point, though. Other than our honeymoon and reforming the S.T.A.R.S., we really need a break. Besides..." she ran one finger on his arm, "...the police department is paying for all of our tickets."

Chris wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, pulling him close. "A paid vacation, courtesy of the police department...I've been meaning to spend some quality time with you."

Jill grinned. "Is that a yes?"

"Of course. The thought of you in a bikini convinced me."

-Patterson Air Base, California-

Inside a hangar, the group of flight students were gathered around a fighter jet. The lecturer was a tall, muscular American with piercing azure eye and blond hair that definitely exceeded the regulations of the military. His massive frame was hidden underneath the green flight jumpsuit, the name reading WILLIAM F. GUILE.

"Colonel Guile!"

Guile looked up. One of the technicians came running into the hangar. "What is it, Airman?" he asked.

The tech pointed to the office. "Telephone, sir. It's for you."

Frowning to himself, Guile excused himself and walked over to the office.

The following years after the World Warrior Tournament in Thailand, Guile returned to his job as a commando. He even made up with his wife and daughter and all was well. Because of his accomplishments in helping to bring Shadowlaw down, he was promoted to the rank of Colonel. After the fiasco in Hawaii, things have calmed down.

Until today...

Guile picked up the receiver. "Hello. Colonel Guile speaking."

"You seem to be busy, William," a female voice said on the other end. "I've been trying to reach you all morning."

"Julia?"

"I got some news," Julia Guile said from the other end. "I've been invited to the beauty pageant in Seattle."

Guile blinked. "The Millenium Chaos Pageant? But you're not a fighter."

"Neither was Eliza," his wife countered. "Ken gave me the list of rules, and since I'm married to a martial artist, they accepted that and I completed the applications for the pageant."

Guile growled. Eliza Masters was Julia's younger sister, and was married to Ken Masters, the Pan-American martial arts champion and chairman of the Masters Foundation, one of the sponsors of the pageant, which makes him and Guile brother-in-laws.

"And why didn't you tell me this?" Guile asked.

"Knowing you, you would try to talk me out of it. In the meantime, I'm sending Amy to my parents while were gone."

"And why are you going to compete?"

"Well, I found the tape of the last pageant," Julia replied. "It seems that Eliza stole my song. Now, I think I'm going to have to show her up."

It was well known that both Julia and Eliza were both rivals. Their rivalry went back to when they were kids. 'And I thought Ryu and Ken's rivalry was bad,' Guile thought.

"I'm going to compete in the pageant," Julia said. "And you WON'T talk me out of it."

Guile sweatdropped. 'Yikes.'

-A wrestling gym, Metro City-

Inside a seedy wrestling gym, Poison Kiss (yes, that's Poison's last name) watched from the sidelines, arms folded, as her client, Hugo Andore, pummel several wrestlers in the ring.

Poison, along with Hugo, were members of the Mad Gear Gang until several years ago their leader Belger kidnapped the daughter of Mike Haggar, who was elected mayor and had promised to clean up the streets of the city, in order to make Haggar submit to his power.

The act of kidnapping Jessica had instead the opposite effect on Haggar. With the help of Jessica's boyfriend Cody, and the Bushin ninja Guy, the three took to the streets of the city and litterally wiped out the Mad Gear. Poison and Hugo were defending the subway when Haggar had personally taken down Hugo and she was promptly decked by Guy.

After the destruction of the Mad Gear, what was left of the gang tried once again to reclaim its dominance, but this time, Poison and Hugo decided not to return to the gang. Instead, she and Hugo decided to go legit and enter the professional wrestling circuit, Poison being Hugo's manager.

Following the Third Street Fighter Tournament, Poison decided to change her image. Gone was her trademark tanktop that covered only her breasts, the shorts, cap, and her high heels. Instead she wore a white haltertop, tight denim pants that showed off the curves in her legs and a pair of tennis shoes. She still, however kept her lavender-colored hair long and unruly.

One of the young kids walked up to her, holding several envelopes in her hand. "Miss Poison. Here is the mail."

Poison took the bundle with a nod and began to leaf through the mail. Upon reaching the letter that was from the Pageant Comitee, Poison dropped everything else and opened the envelope. After resding the contents of the letter, a smile spead onto her lips as she looked up, just in time to see Hugo throw his opponent out of the ring.

"Oh, Hugo!" Poison called out. "Start packing our things! We're going to Seattle!"

-Shinjuku District, Tokyo...-

A cozy-looking apartment which was located above a popular music cafe in the Shinjuku District of Tokyo. In the bedroom, a man was sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, dressed dressed in a black pair of pants. The woman, however was was resting, and was wearing nothing but the man's trademark oversized Oxford shirts and nothing else. The most unusual thing about them was the fact his hair was the color of crimson, while the woman's was cobalt blue.

Iori Yagami turned to the woman that was his lady and cracked a smile. Iori rarely smiled, but when he was with his girlfriend, he was willing to make an exception. He even stopped going after Kusanagi whenever she was around.

Leona Heidern had came to Japan seven months ago. She was suspended when she had disobeyed her orders while on a mission somewhere in Central America. Shortly afterward, she and Heidern had a falling out, which resulted in Leona's departure from the Ikari base in Brazil.

Leona's sudden arrival had caught Iori off guard, but he allowed her to stay, mainly because they haven't seen each other since the last King of Fighters tournament. Leona had told him the circumstances following the botched mission. She had went back to rescue a small child caught in the crossfire.

"I looked at the kid, and I saw myself when I had went into the Blood Riot and killed my parents," she had confessed to Iori.

Right now, the blue-haired commando was still sleeping, her pale face at peace. Iori raised one hand and pushed several strands of hair aside, giving him a better view of her face. Leona stirred as she felt Iori's fingers touch her face. Her eyelids fluttered open, her eyes the same color as her hair. She smiled at her boyfriend. "Hey."

Iori continued to caress the side of her face. "Hi."

Leona kissed the inside of Iori's hand. "How long have we been asleep?"

Iori looked at the clock. "It's almost noon. Time to get up."

He got out of bed and stretched. Holding out his hands to Leona, he helped her to her feet. Her hair was in slight diarray from sleeping, but she didin't care for the moment. Only Iori mattered.

"On second thought," Iori recanted, "the thought of us in bed for the remainder of the day is very...appealing to me."

"Like last night?" Leona asked.

Iori smirked to himself. The moment, however, was interrupted when there was a knock at the door. Leona looked at Iori. "You expecting company?"

Iori shook his head. "Not that I know of," he replied, heading for the door.

Crossing the living room, Iori walked over to the front door, unlocked it, and opened it. Standing in the outside hallway, were the Ikari commandos Ralf Jones, Clark Steele, Whip and Leona's adopted father, Commander Heidern.

Heidern greeted Iori with a nod. "Yagami."

Iori didn't take his gaze off of Heidern. "Heidern."

"Is Leona here?" Heidern asked.

"Yes, she is," Iori replied in a cold tone. "But I really don't think that she would want to speak to you at the moment, Heidern."

"That is a matter of opinion, Yagami," Heidern countered. "You can't take us all on."

"He doesn't have to."

Iori turned around. Leona was standing behind him. Iori could almost hear Leona mentally shift gears as her cold eyes reguarded her father. She had brushed out her hair and tied it into her trademark ponytail, and had quickly slid on a pair of pants. She folded her arms across her chest. "What do you want?"

"Leona," Heidern greeted. "It's been a long time."

"You didn't come here to catch up on old times, Dad," Leona replied with a cool tone.

Heidern entered the room, brushing past Iori. "I am still your commanding officer, you will treat me as such! I was just doing my job!"

"So was I!" Leona replied sharply. "I saved a little girl's life and you throw me out. Real good leadership, Commander," she replied, pronouncing the last word with dripping sarcasm.

Ralf, Clark and Whip were slightly worried on how this conversation was going to end up. Heidern may be a good fighter, but against Leona when she was in Blood Riot mode, he didn't stand a chance. Iori was thinking along the same lines as well, and was wondering if his insurance would cover feuding family members or Blood Riot-related damages.

Heidern reined in his anger as Ralf stepped in. "Leona, Commander, not here," he replied. He then turned to Leona. "Your dad didn't want to do this, but we need your help."

"My help?" Leona said, mocking surprise. "I'm suspended indefinitely, remember?"

"As of this moment, your suspension has been lifted, and your rank restored, Lieutenant," Heidern said. "We have an assignment for you."

"Humor me."

"You are to go to Seattle and compete in a contest," Heidern replied. "A beauty pageant to be precise."

Leona blinked. "You're kidding, right? A beauty pageant?"

"There's more to the story," Whip added. "We have reports of a renagade member of Shadowlaw who will be present at the pageant. We capture him, and we can find out the whereabouts of their South American fortress."

Leona thought about it for a moment. She looked at Iori, who gave her a 'do-what-you-have-to-do-look,' before turning back to Heidern. "Fine. I'm in." She then turned and started to walk back to the bedroom.

"Leona."

Leona stopped when she heard Heidern call her name, but she didn't turn around.

Heidern paused for a moment before speaking. "For what it's worth," he began, "you were right in saving that kid and I was wrong. I'm sorry."

It was a good thing that Leona was turned around at the moment, otherwise he and the others would have seen the look on her face. She shook it off and walked back into the bedroom.

Iori turned to the commandos. "I think you should leave."

-Justice High School-

The burly, white-haired man with the beard and the moncole over one eye padded his way over to the door that read NURSE'S OFFICE in both English and Japanese and knocked on the door.

"Come in," the female nurse replied.

The principal of Justice High School, Raizo Ichimonji (according to Capcom you can either use Ichimonji or Imawano. It really doesn't matter), opened the door and entered the office. Tending to one of the students was Justice High's reisdent nurse/fighter, Kyoko Minazuki. She was clad in her usual outfit: pink turtleneck sweater, black mini-skirt and high heels. Her white nurse's jacket, was hanging on a coatrack as she finished mending the student's injuries. Gone was her reading glasses. She was wearing a pair of contact lenses instead.

Raizo waited until the student was out of the office. Kyoko took a seat at her desk, the light from the lamp reflecting off her dark brown eyes. "Yes, what is it, sir?"

In one clawed hand, the beastly principal held an envelope with her name on it. "This came for you," he growled, handing her the sealed envelope.

Kyoko took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a folded sheet of paper...and a plane ticket. Kyoko unfolded the letter and read it.

"What does it say?" Raizo asked.

Kyoko looked up. "I have been invited to compete in a beauty pageant in America."

"That's good," Raizo replied. "You really should compete."

Kyoko shook her head. "I can't. I'm needed here. So many of our students get into fights with the other schools and I'm the only nurse here in the school."

Raizo frowned. "Look. I know that you are dedicated to your job here and I appreciate that. I really do. But you have been going through a rough time after your divorce from Shimazu. You have been working non-stop, and I think you need some time off."

"But--"

"Don't worry about the school," Raizo insisted. "I will have a substitute nurse on hold and she will take your place while you are gone."

Kyoko looked at the plane ticket. "I suppose..."

-NESTS Headquarters, Whereabouts Unknown-

"A pageant?" Angel asked.

Zero nodded. "Yes, a pageant. Ignitz and myself are judges, so all we have to do is...'convince' the judges to vote for you. It should be good for the morale of this organization should you win."

Ignitz shook his head. "It won't be easy to sway the votes of the judges. All of them are well-trained martial artsts and we will be severly outnumbered if we try to alter the course of the pageant."

While the two NESTS chieftains continue to argue aver the pageant, Angel looked over the invitation and smiled.

'A pageant...sounds like this could be fun.'

-Downtown Seoul, South Korea-

Inside a two-bedroom apartment located in the heart of Seoul, nineteen year-old May Lee Jinju was on the phone, talking to her mom. She had the apartment to herself, seeing that it was her day off. Her roommate, Jhun Hoon was at the dojo, training the students, and their sensei, Kim Kaphwan, was in Japan with his wife on their second honeymoon.

"I'm doing great, Mom," May Lee was saying. "I got my own place--I had to get a roomate, though--and I'm doing well in all of my courses." She beamed. "Guess what? I've been asked to compete in a beauty pageant in America! Isn't that great? I'll be representing Kim's dojo! English? Of course I speak English. Kim has been teaching me on the side...when I will be coming back home? You're worried about me in the city? Mom, I'll be fine. Kim and the others take care of me. Look, Mom, I gotta go. I gotta pack. I'll call you later. Bye."

-Roppongi District, Tokyo-

"Damn it."

The young woman reached over and erased the notes on her music sheet with a pencil. She was sitting over a keyboard, her red bangs covering her eyes. Instead of her usual pink outfit, the Orochi martial artist known as Shermie was dressed down in a purple T-shirt with the words 'TOKEN REQUIRED' on the front, black shorts and a pair of sandals.

It has been several years since the defeat of Orochi at the hands of Kyo Kusanagi and Iori Yagami. Following that defeat, Shermie and her companion, the white-haired Yashiro Nanakase, thought to have been dead, were found barely alive. They recovered and along with Chris, continued to make music as the group CYS.

Just recently, they had received word that their master, Leopold Goenitz, was alive and that he would contact them in the next couple of days. Unfortunately, when Orochi was defeated, the businesswoman/Shinto priestess Chizuru Kagura had sealed away their powers for the time being.

Chris was on the couch, reading a manga, when the door opened, revealing Yashiro, going through the mail.

"Let's see..." he muttered, "Bill, bill, fanmail..." He tosses the bundle of fanmail to Chris before continuing on through the mail. "Another bill, something from Mom, what's this?" He pulled from the pile of mail, an envelope that was addressed to Shermie. He handed it over to the young woman. "It's for you."

Shermie took the letter and opened it. Inside was a letter and a plane ticket. Shermie looked at the letter and began to read. "Dear Shermie, you have been cordially invited to compete in a beauty pageant sponsored by the Masters Foundation, the Kagura Conglomerate, and the Garcia Concern. The contest will take place in Seattle, Washington three weeks from now." She stopped when she saw the initials on the lower right corner of the letter.

'L.G.'

Shermie pointed the initials to Yashiro. "Look. It's Goenitz. I knew he was alive."

"Looks like he is going to be at the pageant," Yashiro said.

"But what good can he do?" Chris insisted. "Our powers have been sealed by Kagura."

"Goenitz can unseal them," Yashiro insisted. "And when he does, then we will resurrect Orochi once again."

"He can only be resurrected once every five hundred years," Chris pointed out.

"Goenitz will find a way to break those rules," the white-haired fighter said confidentally.

But in the back of his mind, he knew that Chris was right. This was just the begining.

-Somewhere in Hokkaido...-

In a wooded area near the cabin that they were renting, Ryu Hoshi--dresed in a white tanktop and denim pants--was giving instruction to his two students. Actually, one of them was his and the other was his rival's.

Sean Matsuda and Sakura Kasugano were standing in front of the Japanese fighter, who at the moment was stading over a tree stump. He places a log on the stump and grabs an axe in one hand.

"In nature, there are many sounds around us," Ryu said. "Each one slightly different than the last." He raises the axe and brings it down on the log, splitting it in two. He then picks up another log and places it on the stump. "They are small enough to go unnoticed by the person, who is unaware."

He then splits another log and places another on the stump. "Never mind on hearing the wood split. Only focus on the sound of the axe cutting the air. Read the air itself." He chops another log. "It has much to say to you."

He hands the axe off to Sean. "Here. After a few whacks, Sakura can have a turn."

Sean nods and begins to split the wood. Then the cabin's phone began to ring. After excusing himself from his two charges, Ryu enters the cabin.

He walked over to the phone and picks up the receiver. "Hello."

"Ryu? It's Ken."

Ryu blinked. "How'd you know where I'd be?"

"You're predictable in your travels, buddy," Ken replied. "Besides, Sean gave me the number. I got some news for you."

"What is it?"

"As one of the sponsors of the upcoming pageant, Chun Li is returning as one of the contestants. Also Sakura is also competing. She's representing her university."

"So I've heard," Ryu replied. "Tell me something, Ken. Why is it that I allow you to drag me into situations like this?"

"What do you mean?" Ken asked, feigning innocence.

"My wife and student are competing in the pageant, and I'm one of the judges. Two years ago it was easy, but now, I may have to choose between the both of them, and I choose one, the other will probably kill me. If I choose neither, they will both definetely kill me."

"You've survived worse," Ken replied. "I think you can survive two feuding women."

"Remind me to kick your ass if I survive this," Ryu sniped.

-Southtown, U.S.A.-

At an undisclosed traning facility located in the city...

"Power...GEYSER!"

KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM! KA-BLAM!

The training dummy was launched into the air. Once, twice, three times the massive blast of ki smashed into it, launching it higher into the air.

Terry Bogard watched in satisfaction as the dummy landed with a loud thud on the ground. 'Went even farther this time,' he thought.

"You got anything better to do rather than beating up on innocent traning dummies?" A female voice asked from behind.

Terry turned around. 'Blue' Mary Ryan was there. He greeted her with a peck on the lips. "What's up?" he asked.

Mary held up an envelope. "I've been invited to a beauty pageant in Seattle. So was Mai. Right now, she's with Andy at the mall shopping like crazy."

"And driving my brother up the wall while she's at it," Terry duly noted.

Mary grinned. "That too." She then changed her tone. "Sometimes, I worry about your brother. It looks like he really doesn't care much about Mai."

"He does," Terry insisted. "And I'm not saying that because he's my brother. They've been through a lot together. He's gotta realise sooner or later that she's not gonna wait on him forever."

-Illusion Bar and Grill-

The French kickboxer known as King was holding a private lunch inside her nightclub. Present was her boyfriend, the Kyokugen fighter Ryo Sakazaki, his younger sister Yuri and her boyfriend, Robert Garcia. Also present was the kickboxer Joe Higashi and his date, Kasumi Todou, the songstress Athena Asamiya and her bandmate Sie Kensou. All were dressed down in casual clothes.

Right now, all were seated around a table, talking about the upcoming pageant.

"Mary and Mai also got invitations to the pageant," King noted.

"My compliments to the chef," Robert said. "This is really good."

King smiled. "Thank you."

"So who else is competing in the pageant?" Athena asked.

"Some of the other girls from the past KOF tournaments," Robert replied. "Kagura signed on as sponsor and judge. Aside from her company and the Garcia Concern, a third company is acting as main sponsor for the pageant."

"Who?" Kensou asks.

"The Masters Foundation," Robert replied, obviously not happy with the decision, mainly as how the Masters Foundation and the Garcia Concern were major business rivals. "Ken Masters is the VP of operations there."

"Wait," Athena cut in. "Are we talking about the SAME Ken Masters, the Pan-American champion?"

"The same," Robert replied. "But it gets even better. Ken Masters is part of the Ansatsuken School, which is the Kyokugen Dojo's chief rival."

"Sakura is part of the Ansatsuken School," Yuri spat out. "Her sensei is Ryu Hoshi."

"Wait a sec," Kasumi said. "Ryu Hoshi, the World Warrior champion?"

"Yeah," Ryo replied. "They say that he's one of the world's strongest fighters. But when I see him, we'll put that to the test."

Robert shook his head. "Can't. There are rules instated in this pageant. There can be no fights between the contestants and/or their accomplices, or else the contestant of said accomplice will be ejected from the pageant. Everyone has to follow them, including the judges."

"The hell with that!" Yuri said. "If Ryu's gonna be there, then there's a good chance that Sakura is going to be there. Rules or not, she owes me a rematch."

"And if you try to fight her," Robert pointed out. "Then you and her will both be thrown out. I don't know about you, but the last thing I want is to have is both Ryu and Ken breathing down our necks."

-A loft, somewhere on the West Coast...-

Inside a college dorm, the bathroom door opened, releasing steam. Out stepped Elena, the white-haired tribal princess, now a college student working on her graduate, fresh from her shower.

Ever since the last Street Fighter tournament, the female Capoeira expert went back to college in Paris. Following that, she transferred to America to complete her studies. Also, she had been keeping in touch with the Brazilian Shotokan fighter, Sean Matsuda since then and they had became best friends.

Elena sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her open laptop, going through her schedule. She stopped on a certain one that she hasn't stopped reading since getting the email.

MILLENIUM CHAOS PAGEANT-- SEATTLE, WASHINGTON.

'I could use a break,' Elena thought. 'This could be fun.'

-The Dojo of Rindo-kun, near Kyoto, Japan-

The quietness of the early morning afternoon is shattered by a very loud female voice.

"AH-CHA!"

CRACK!

A wood board is broken in two.

"AH-CHA!"

A second board meets the same fate.

"HI-YAA!!"

CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! KA-POW!

"Seichuusen Godanzuki!!"

The huge pratice dummy was sent flying into the air. Makoto, dressed in her trademark oversized white karate dogi and yellow neckband watched as the dummy landed with a loud thud at the other side of the courtyard.

Watching the teenage girl pratice was the kunoichi Ibuki, who was there visiting her best friend/rival. Unlike Makoto, Ibuki was perched on a tree, watching Makoto pratice.

"Now I see why you're always sweeping your dojo," Ibuki quipped as she bit into an apple. "You're constantly breaking wooden dummies."

"When I'm not breaking bones," Makoto replied as she wiped herself off with a towel.

Both girls competed in the Third Street Fighter Tournament, Ibuki to show off her Ninjitsu skills, and Makoto wanted to challenge Ryu. Unfortunately, things didn't work out as planned and both girls had lost in the tournament.

Since then, Makoto had returned to her dojo and Ibuki returned to her school. On several occassions, Ryu would drop by to spar with Makoto and Ibuki.

"So what's the emergency what got me out of bed this morning?" Ibuki asked.

Makoto began to stretch. "I've been invited to compete in a beauty pageant in America."

Ibuki blinked. "America?"

Makoto nodded. "Yeah. It's gonna be my first time in the states, so I'll be staying with Ryu and his dojo."

Ibuki hopped down from the tree. "Ryu's going to be there?"

"He's one of the judges," Makoto replied. "From what I hear, his wife, the Chinese fighter and his student are also competing."

"So when's the pageant?"

"I think three weeks from now."

Ibuki nodded. "Okay. I got a minja tournament in a couple of days and I'll be in Seattle to root you on, okay?"

Makoto nodded. "Okay." She looked out into the horizon. "But to tell you the truth, Ibuki, I got a weird feeling about this pageant."